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Published On: Oct 05, 2004 09:17 PM
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Published On: Oct 05, 2004 09:17 PM
Tonight, I am depressed! I ran over and killed a little dog today!
It was one year ago January 9th, 2003, that
the terrible forceful winds blew our fence down in the middle of the night. Our
little white Maltese dog went out over the downed fence from the backyard and
disappeared into the night. In the morning when we discovered what happened we
went into a frenzy to try to find her. She was around 10 or 11 years old and
probably really scared. Up and down the streets! Over to the dog pound. Signs
everywhere! Panic that she was hit by a car since we live on a busy street
corner. A look in the sewer hole in the street! A walk up and down the railroad
tracks. Back to the pound at 4pm everyday to see if she was brought in by one of
the trucks. This went on for a
month.
After spending a lot of time a the dog pound we realized she was gone from us. She was so white and cute and sweet.
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After spending a lot of time a the dog pound we realized she was gone from us. She was so white and cute and sweet.
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Her name was "Little Girl". At least they had
not posted her on the dead dog board at the pound. So we figured that she
probably was picked up by someone driving by that felt sorry for her and took
her into their home where she lives today, happy. We had taken her dog tags off
that evening and she had no
microchip.
One day some people dropped off a Border Collie and said they couldn't afford him anymore. I saw this poor depressed dog and fell in love with him through the bars. It was love at first sight! He was 2 years old and very smart. I was the first of several on the list. Finally the day came to take him home! He loved our other dog "Pixel" (10 year old Pomeranian) and they became good friends. "Pixel" was pretty sad that "Little Girl" was gone too. Now she felt better!
We decided that Chip and Pixel would go for walks together with Gene and me. We walked pass the houses and pass some apartments on our street. We thought we saw our lost "Little Girl" but no the kids had just got a little puppy white Maltese. They were so happy and we were thinking about our "Little Girl". We went for a walk just about everyday for this last year, pass their little apartment with a little grass out front and the two kids playing with their little doggie. With no place to play the kids were always out in the street so when I drove by there I always worried a kid would run out so I always go slow there. And I always looked for that little dog in the front. Today I ran over that dog and killed it and tonight I'm so sad!
As I sat at my computer this afternoon my glasses broke in two. I called Lenscrafters and made an appointment to get new ones. I put on my old standbys and could see just fine but they have no bifocals. I needed to see up close to read but not to drive. Gene and I jumped in the car and drove slowly down the street pass the apts. As I approached the little dogs house I saw the boy on the left side of the street on his bike and slowed down. I was doing about 15 miles per hour. All of a sudden a little white streak appeared and one bump and then another under the wheels. I looked into the rear mirror and saw it was not a child but the little dog. Gene and I ran back, the kid was screaming and ran off to the house. The dog was bleeding so bad and was dead. One man there was holding his hand on the dog and another man, the father, came out of the house.
I said, "I am so sad and I feel so bad about your dog. We are neighbors and we watched your dog grow up as we walked our dogs by everyday. I am so sorry that your dog ran out in the street in front of me. I didn't see him in time". He looked at me and said, "You were going to fast" I said I was going slow but I understand you are upset. It's very dangerous on this street. Dogs don't look to see if a car in coming when they want to be with the the little boy on the other side. He should have been on a lease!"
But all that didn't bring the dog back. I felt for the kids crying inside. The father looked at me and said, "So thats all, your sorry"? All of a sudden he scared us. At that moment I knew he wanted money from me. He called the police but they told him that it was his fault for not having the dog on a lease and they would not come. They told him to call the dog pound. He was mad at that.
They put the dog in a plastic bag and my husband took my arm and pulled me towards the car. I turned and said I'm so sorry about your dog!
When we got in the car, I told my husband I want to come back and give them a basket of fruit and a card or something to show them how bad I feel. He told me that the man is mad and he will not understand. He could hurt you. I did feel afraid of him.
So here I sit! It's 3:07:31am. I can't sleep, I keep seeing really red blood on the ground coming from that little dogs mouth. I keep trying to think of the right thing to do. I think and think but I haven't come up with an answer yet. I'll not drive down that away again. It could have been a little kid run out between the cars. Even if I had been going 5 I couldn't have stopped let alone the speed limit of 35. I hope tomorrow will bring some wisdom to me. Just seeing me will remind them of their dog. Do I try and make contact or leave it be? That is the question? What? What do I do?
Well, I'll sleep on it. Besides being sad, tonight, I'm kind of afraid of this guy. He knows where I live. Will he hurt my dogs to get even? My mind wanders. It is so easy for your dog to run out the door and into the street. I held my dogs and cried. I'm holding them now with my new glasses on. Unable to see the light to lead me to sleep. Unable to comfort those kids or myself. May the dawn hurry to me now for I am sad today, the day I killed a little white dog.
WHAT I DID THE NEXT DAY: I made a little gift bag full of little books with various titles like, Dreams, Secret Garden, and other sweet thoughts then I wrote a letter with a poem in it, telling them I sorry I was and how I bad I feel and i and $20.00. At 7 p.m. and very dark, I parked around the corner so they wouldn't see my car. As I approached the little patio in front of their house I noticed the teenage girl was standing there.
I said " Is this the house with the little white dog. She said yes and got a really sad look on her face. I said, "I feel so bad and I'm so sorry". She said "It's okay" and we began to cry. Since I couldn't talk anymore I just said, "Take Care, Honey" and we hugged over the fence. I gave her the little gift bag and cried all the way back to the car and all the way home! I feel that we both connected and she knows how bad I feel, just as I know how bad she feels. Facing it was hard for me and took courage on my part. It would have been easy to forget about it, but there are times when the most important thing, is to have courage to do the right thing in your heart. For if you lose your courage you lose it all!
One day some people dropped off a Border Collie and said they couldn't afford him anymore. I saw this poor depressed dog and fell in love with him through the bars. It was love at first sight! He was 2 years old and very smart. I was the first of several on the list. Finally the day came to take him home! He loved our other dog "Pixel" (10 year old Pomeranian) and they became good friends. "Pixel" was pretty sad that "Little Girl" was gone too. Now she felt better!
We decided that Chip and Pixel would go for walks together with Gene and me. We walked pass the houses and pass some apartments on our street. We thought we saw our lost "Little Girl" but no the kids had just got a little puppy white Maltese. They were so happy and we were thinking about our "Little Girl". We went for a walk just about everyday for this last year, pass their little apartment with a little grass out front and the two kids playing with their little doggie. With no place to play the kids were always out in the street so when I drove by there I always worried a kid would run out so I always go slow there. And I always looked for that little dog in the front. Today I ran over that dog and killed it and tonight I'm so sad!
As I sat at my computer this afternoon my glasses broke in two. I called Lenscrafters and made an appointment to get new ones. I put on my old standbys and could see just fine but they have no bifocals. I needed to see up close to read but not to drive. Gene and I jumped in the car and drove slowly down the street pass the apts. As I approached the little dogs house I saw the boy on the left side of the street on his bike and slowed down. I was doing about 15 miles per hour. All of a sudden a little white streak appeared and one bump and then another under the wheels. I looked into the rear mirror and saw it was not a child but the little dog. Gene and I ran back, the kid was screaming and ran off to the house. The dog was bleeding so bad and was dead. One man there was holding his hand on the dog and another man, the father, came out of the house.
I said, "I am so sad and I feel so bad about your dog. We are neighbors and we watched your dog grow up as we walked our dogs by everyday. I am so sorry that your dog ran out in the street in front of me. I didn't see him in time". He looked at me and said, "You were going to fast" I said I was going slow but I understand you are upset. It's very dangerous on this street. Dogs don't look to see if a car in coming when they want to be with the the little boy on the other side. He should have been on a lease!"
But all that didn't bring the dog back. I felt for the kids crying inside. The father looked at me and said, "So thats all, your sorry"? All of a sudden he scared us. At that moment I knew he wanted money from me. He called the police but they told him that it was his fault for not having the dog on a lease and they would not come. They told him to call the dog pound. He was mad at that.
They put the dog in a plastic bag and my husband took my arm and pulled me towards the car. I turned and said I'm so sorry about your dog!
When we got in the car, I told my husband I want to come back and give them a basket of fruit and a card or something to show them how bad I feel. He told me that the man is mad and he will not understand. He could hurt you. I did feel afraid of him.
So here I sit! It's 3:07:31am. I can't sleep, I keep seeing really red blood on the ground coming from that little dogs mouth. I keep trying to think of the right thing to do. I think and think but I haven't come up with an answer yet. I'll not drive down that away again. It could have been a little kid run out between the cars. Even if I had been going 5 I couldn't have stopped let alone the speed limit of 35. I hope tomorrow will bring some wisdom to me. Just seeing me will remind them of their dog. Do I try and make contact or leave it be? That is the question? What? What do I do?
Well, I'll sleep on it. Besides being sad, tonight, I'm kind of afraid of this guy. He knows where I live. Will he hurt my dogs to get even? My mind wanders. It is so easy for your dog to run out the door and into the street. I held my dogs and cried. I'm holding them now with my new glasses on. Unable to see the light to lead me to sleep. Unable to comfort those kids or myself. May the dawn hurry to me now for I am sad today, the day I killed a little white dog.
WHAT I DID THE NEXT DAY: I made a little gift bag full of little books with various titles like, Dreams, Secret Garden, and other sweet thoughts then I wrote a letter with a poem in it, telling them I sorry I was and how I bad I feel and i and $20.00. At 7 p.m. and very dark, I parked around the corner so they wouldn't see my car. As I approached the little patio in front of their house I noticed the teenage girl was standing there.
I said " Is this the house with the little white dog. She said yes and got a really sad look on her face. I said, "I feel so bad and I'm so sorry". She said "It's okay" and we began to cry. Since I couldn't talk anymore I just said, "Take Care, Honey" and we hugged over the fence. I gave her the little gift bag and cried all the way back to the car and all the way home! I feel that we both connected and she knows how bad I feel, just as I know how bad she feels. Facing it was hard for me and took courage on my part. It would have been easy to forget about it, but there are times when the most important thing, is to have courage to do the right thing in your heart. For if you lose your courage you lose it all!
Posted: Thu - January 8, 2004 at 02:28 PM